Alpha Omega 02 - Hunting Ground

Charles that his da wasn’t really upset.
    â€œFrustrating,” Charles ventured.
    â€œHe yelled at me,” Anna said serenely, tapping her forehead. The Marrok could speak to any of his wolves mind to mind, though he couldn’t read their thoughts no matter how much it felt like that was what he was doing. He was just damnably good at reading people. “I ignored him, and he went away eventually.”
    â€œNo fun fighting someone who doesn’t fight back,” Charles said.
    â€œWithout someone to argue with, I knew he’d have to think about what I said,” Anna told them smugly. “If only to come up with the right words to squelch me the next time he talked to me.”
    She hadn’t reached even a quarter of a century yet, they hadn’t been mated a full month—and she was already arranging them all to suit herself. Brother Wolf was pleased with the mate he’d found for them.
    Charles set down his cup and folded his arms over his chest. He knew he looked intimidating; that was his intention. But when Anna leaned away from him, just a little, he dropped his arms and hooked his thumbs in his jeans and made his shoulders relax.
    And his voice was gentler than he’d meant it to be. “Manipulating Bran has a tendency to backfire,” he told her. “I’d recommend against it.”
    But his father rubbed his mouth and sighed loudly. “So,” said his father. “Why is it that you think it would be disastrous for me to go to Seattle?”
    Charles rounded on his father, his resolve to quit fighting Bran on his decision to go to Seattle all but forgotten. “The Beast is coming, and you ask me that?”
    â€œWho?” Anna asked.
    â€œJean Chastel, the Beast of Gévaudan,” Charles told her. “He likes to eat his prey—and his prey is mostly human.”
    â€œHe stopped that,” Bran said coolly.
    â€œPlease,” Charles snapped, “ don’t mouth something you don’t believe to me—it smells perilously close to a lie. The Beast was forced to stop killing openly, but a tiger doesn’t change his stripes. He’s still doing it. You know it as well as I do.” He could have pointed out other things—Jean had a taste for human flesh, the younger the better. But Anna had already experienced what happened when a wolf turned monstrous. He didn’t want to be the one to tell her that there were worse beasts out there than her former Alpha and his mate. His father knew what Jean Chastel was.
    Bran conceded the point. “Yes. Almost certainly he is. But I’m not a helpless human, he won’t kill me .” He looked at Charles narrowly. “Which you know. So why do you think it will be dangerous?”
    He was right. Take the Beast out of the picture, and it still made him ill to think of his father going. The Beast was the most obvious, provable danger.
    â€œI just know,” Charles said, finally. “But it is your decision to make.” His gut clenched in anticipation of just how bad it was going to be.
    â€œYou still don’t have a logical reason.”
    â€œNo.” Charles forced his body to accept his defeat and kept his eyes on the floor.
    His da looked out the little window where the mountains lay draped in winter white. “Your mother did that,” he said. “She’d make a statement without any real support at all, and I was supposed to just take her word for it.”
    Anna was looking at his da with bright expectancy.
    Bran smiled at her, then raised his cup toward the mountains. “I learned the hard way that she was usually right. Frustrating doesn’t come close to covering it.”
    â€œSo,” he said, turning his attention back to Charles. “They are on their way already, I can’t cancel it now—and it needs to be done. Announcing to the real world that there are werewolves among them will affect the European wolves as much, if not more, than it does us. They deserve their chance to be heard and told why we are doing it. It should come from me, but you would be an acceptable substitute. It will cause some offense, though, and you will have to deal with that.”
    Relief flooded Charles with an abruptness that had him leaning against the countertop in sudden weakness, as the all-consuming sense of absolute and utter disaster slid away and left him whole. Charles looked at his mate.
    â€œMy grandfather